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Eighteenth Theory [Incidental Voice]
June 6th, 2010 10:26 am[Don tends to leave his journal open while he's working. Residents who listen to the daily chatter have probably gotten used to his incomprehensible muttering, rhetorical questions, and strange mechanical noises. Today, though, they hear something quite different:]
What is it, Raph? [Shuffling noise. Indrawn breath.] So that's what they look like. [Loud crash.] Is it really necessary to destroy my lab? [Horrible rending noise.] It doesn't matter. I can build those again. You're mine, now. [A brief scuffle. A heavy thump.]
[Silence.]
((Hiatus. At least until the 15th, maybe longer. Leaving the country, no internet, tl;dr I'll be having fun while Don suffers. I'll make it up to him when I get back.))
What is it, Raph? [Shuffling noise. Indrawn breath.] So that's what they look like. [Loud crash.] Is it really necessary to destroy my lab? [Horrible rending noise.] It doesn't matter. I can build those again. You're mine, now. [A brief scuffle. A heavy thump.]
[Silence.]
((Hiatus. At least until the 15th, maybe longer. Leaving the country, no internet, tl;dr I'll be having fun while Don suffers. I'll make it up to him when I get back.))
